Night was happily teasing her husband this evening. Sometimes they would dance together across the sky, revealing the bright stars in their wake. Sometimes, they would play a game where he would have to catch her. Sometimes, like this time, they would do a little of both. He'd caught her twice already, and they'd danced, and then she'd dart ahead of him again. Though Nyx knew full well that he was letting her escape him for the moment, the chase was still a lot of fun.
This was her time, and she loved it. She loved the depth of the night, the darkness that came with her and Erebos, and all the things that happened within their sphere. Some of them were sneaky and full of trickery. Some were cruel but necessary. Some were restful and relaxing. Some were loving and lascivious. And some, apparently, were hateful.
The scream came from somewhere in the north, but Nyx still heard it loud and clear. It was nearly directed at her, and she was momentarily confused as to why someone was professing their loathing for her. Until she realized that it wasn't specifically for her. It was a general hatred. But it was a passionate thing, to hate that hard. What could have prompted that much emotion that would encompass everyone? Nyx needed to find out.
What she found was a girl, just barely starting womanhood. That was actually a bit disturbing. As the mother of Hate, Nyx understood the necessity of the negative emotion, and she knew that young people could be quite emphatic about what they felt, but it was still startling to see the slight frame that had screamed into the night. She was a youthful creature, but not mortal. Immortal. And oh so very, very young. It was fascinating on an objective level, but on a personal one Nyx felt a maternal interest in what was causing this sort of reaction.
“All?” she questioned softly, before she'd even fully taken corporeal form. For a moment, there was just a deeper swirl of smokey darkness against the blackness of the sky, slowly taking the shape of woman before becoming flesh in fact. Nyx tucked her massive inky black wings against her back so she wouldn't startle the child, and offered a kind smile. “I hope you don't mean me as well. If you do, perhaps you could tell me what it is I have done to cause you to hate me. I am Nyx. I am the Night. Who, dear one, are you?”